It is the thirteenth of February. I am purchasing a card in WH Smith. I take my purchase to the till. The till woman looks at me and says, in borderline incredulous tones, "You do know this is a Valentine's card you're buying, yeah?"
Pretty sure that never happens to Russell Brand.
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It gets better still when/if you reach my advanced age. Then you can growl, on hearing the name of some objectionable blighter from years past, 'Who? Oh, him! Thought he was dead!'
A mention of the egregious Robert Fisk brought that out of me a few days ago.
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